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on me,
wanted to know that I was nourishing her, healing her with my blood. I supposed
I would have thought feelings like that were sick and twisted even a few days
ago. But now they just seemed natural and right. Taylor was mine to nourish and
protect and heal—I had to do right by her. “Come on,” I urged her again.
    She finally accepted my offer. Lifting her face
to my neck, she struck quickly, her sharp little points sinking into my throat
and piercing the vein neatly.
    I had been braced for the pain but it didn’t hurt
nearly as much as it had the night before. Either she was getting better at
biting me or I was getting used to it.
    And then the pleasure started.
    It was the same as the night before—a warm
tingling that started in the pit of my stomach and seemed to spread to every
part of my body at once. My hard-on had gone down when I was so concerned about
her but now it came to life again and I could feel myself standing at complete
attention, tenting the baggy material of my sweatpants embarrassingly.
    God… I shifted under her and felt
her stop sucking. Oh, she must think I was upset.
    “It’s okay,” I told her, hoping my voice didn’t
sound too strangled. Hesitantly, I put a hand to her back to urge her on.
Feeling her silky, bare skin under the soft cotton of the t-shirt didn’t help
the situation between my legs any, but I wanted her to know everything was all
right. “Take as much as you want,” I told her, stroking her back lightly. “I
don’t mind, really.”
    Taylor tensed for a moment under my touch and
then seemed to relax into it. With a little moan of contentment, she went back
to sucking my neck, drawing deep to get everything she needed.
    I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the little
sounds of pleasure she was making in the back of her throat, trying not to feel
her warm, soft body pressed against mine. Her scent was getting hotter all the
time—the ribbon of scarlet heat widening to a stream…a river of fire, teasing
my senses, telling me things I knew couldn’t possibly be true.
    Or could they?

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter Six—Taylor

 
    When I finally had enough of his warm, delicious
blood and withdrew my fangs, I thought I heard Victor breathe a sigh of relief.
No doubt he was getting really tired of me biting him but there was one more
thing I needed to do—something I hadn’t tried last night because I didn’t think
I could do it. But I felt stronger now—more able to access my natural abilities.
Leaning down again, I lapped gently at the twin puncture marks I had made on
his neck, willing the skin to close, trying to heal him from my bite.
    “Taylor honey,” he said, his deep voice tight.
“What…uh, what are you doing?”
    “Trying to seal the wound.” I looked up at him,
worried. “I should have at least tried to do it the night before when I drank
from your wrist, but you seemed like you were in such a hurry to go…”
    “Oh.” He shifted under me and I could feel the
tension in his big, muscular body. At last he said, “Well, is it going to take
much longer?”
    “Not much.” I gave him an apologetic look. “I’m
sorry—you’re probably sick of me sucking your neck, huh?”
    He shifted again. “I’m just in kind of a, uh,
uncomfortable position here.”
    “Oh, sorry!” I pulled back and hopped up at once.
The place on his throat where I had bitten looked pretty good, actually. Maybe
after six years I was finally beginning to get the hang of some of this vampire
stuff. Or maybe the lessons Corbin had given me were kicking in—either way, it
appeared that I was now able to heal wounds—at least small ones. It made me
feel proud—like I was finally becoming a proper vampire.
    Victor sat up too and grabbed a throw pillow,
holding it casually in his lap. I wondered briefly if he had gotten hard again
and tried to push the thought away. It was embarrassing enough to be sitting
here on the couch with him, wearing only a thin